Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 13:33:01 -0400
From: Damon Ellison Ellison
Subject: exploring-adam-II-5
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I suppose I should do Trevor justice here, seeing as how all I've said
about him is that he's extremely handsome. He is slightly shorter than Adam
and I--we're both a little over six feet--with a slim build and very fine
features. He had black hair cut short all around, but longer on top so that
it sort of flopped in a fetching and roguish way over his brow. His face,
as befits an actor, was very expressive and his grin utterly devastating.
Under his clothes, he was very fit; not muscular, but very well-toned, with
nice shapely legs and an amazing ass. His nipples were one of his best
features--wide and dark, and when teased they stood up like thick
eraserheads. And they were sensitive, even more sensitive, it seemed, than
my own (and I have incredibly sensitive nipples). Licking and sucking them
elicited exquisite moans from him. More than once over those few days, Adam
and I took turns, one of us working his nipples, and the other sucking his
cock.
And his cock ... holy mother. It wasn't particularly big--he was smaller
than both Adam and I--but it was mesmerizing. I don't know how to explain
it other than that it looked cut, by which I mean it was like the cock
version of a shortish man with an exquisite body. You know the type--small,
slight, but without an ounce of fat and muscles so well defined they looked
like they can etch glass. Well, that was what his cock was like--perfectly
defined, with a slight upturn near the head, and under my tongue it felt as
though the skin was stretched totally taut over an iron rod. When he came,
which he did frequently over the course of those few days, his cum was hot
and sweet, with just a slight tang of salt and no bitterness at all. He'd
be moaning and writhing, and then suddenly go rigid, and you could feel his
cock *pulse*, like a cartoon hose where the bulge of water travels its
length to explode out the nozzle. Unlike men like me, who get very
sensitive after cumming and can't be touched for a few moments afterward,
he loved to keep going--to have you suck him afterward for a while, or to
keep fucking slowly and lazily. Sometimes he would soften and reluctantly
pull out with a sigh; sometimes he stayed hard, and the next thing you
knew, he was into round two.
He was also very obviously experienced. You, my readers, know that aside
from Adam that first time, I have never really explored all the
possibilities of gay sex. That first time, that magical weekend, both Adam
and I were basically virgins, experiencing each other in terror and
ecstasy. As Adam had told me, Trevor's first experience was at the tender
age of thirteen. He told me more about it later, saying "It was my best
friend's older brother. He was seventeen, and gorgeous. Was on all the
teams at his high school. He figured out I was gay ... or maybe he didn't,
maybe he was just an abuser, I don't know. Anyway, he cornered me in their
house once. My friend wasn't there when I went over, but he invited me
in. I was ecstatic, as I was half in love with the guy. He took me up to
his bedroom on some pretext or another, and showed me his collection of
porn mags. Next thing I knew, he was asking if I wanted to see his dick."
He paused for a moment and smiled bitterly. "Did I want to see his dick?
Fuck, yeah! So he dropped his shorts, and there it was in all its glory. I
know now it wasn't as impressive as it seemed then, but for me, at the
moment, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I ended up sucking
him off. I practically came in my pants that first time, but assumed he
would reciprocate. Of course he didn't ... he called me a fag and a
cocksucker and all but kicked me out of the house. A week went by, and then
one day he called me ... invited me over, and we played the whole scenario
out again. And of course, he didn't suck me, or jerk me off, or
anything. He wouldn't even let me jerk myself off as I sucked him.
"This went on for the better part of a year. After a few months, he decided
he wanted to fuck me. At first it hurt like hell, but then after awhile
... God help me, I came to hate him, but I also kind of loved him, you
know? He was an asshole, but he was the only way for me to get what I
wanted. I finally told him to fuck off when he started talking about
lending me out to his buddies. At first, I thought he was going to beat the
shit out of me, but he just shrugged and sneered. `Whatever you want,
cocksucker,' he said. `You'll be back.' But I never did."
In retaliation, his friend's brother told everyone Trevor was gay. For a
time, his life was a misery, but eventually he took possession of himself,
owning his homosexuality, and throwing the brother's insults back in his
face. "One day he was taunting me with a bunch of his friends," he said
with a smirk, "calling me fag and cocksucker yet again, and I just looked
at his friends and said, `Ask him how he knows that.' His girlfriend was
right there, and I asked her, `Does he make that little squeak when he cums
for you?' I could tell by the look on her face that he did, and that was
that. She broke up with him, and he lost a whole bunch of his friends. From
that moment on, he was a pariah--his name was mud with the homophobes, and
the gay-friendly types at our school loathed him to start with."
Listening to Trevor tell his story as the three of us lounged, barely
dressed, at my kitchen table drinking wine, I felt somewhat ashamed at my
own ambivalence. I was--am--firmly bisexual, but I could see why that rubs
some gay people the wrong way. When you've had to fight through the kind of
misery Trevor faced (and it wasn't the worst I'd heard, not by a long
shot), it's easy to see how the "bi" label might look like wimpy
equivocation.
Fortunately, Trevor was not one to care about such things. You are what you
are, he said dismissively when I ventured a tepid apologia for my
fence-sitting.
When he was sixteen, he was rewarded for his courage by an affair with, as
he put it, "An Adonis in his mid-twenties." His older lover took it upon
himself to educate him in the erotic arts, teaching him how to be both a
generous lover and to be apologetic about seeking his own pleasure. The
Adonis was, Trevor said, very matter-of-fact about sex, its mechanics, and
about being careful--both in terms of being safe, and in terms of not
finding oneself enslaved to assholes like the execrable older brother. He
brought other men into their lovemaking, taught him how to fuck and be
fucked, how to torture someone with pleasure and the ecstasy of being se
tortured yourself.
All of which is by way of saying that Trevor was far more experienced than
me; far more experienced than Adam too, but my erstwhile lover at least had
had a series of real relationships with men before meeting Trevor, whereas
I had a handful of near-anonymous encounters with similarly bi-curious
men. When I jokingly voiced my anxiety about my inexperience, Trevor
grinned. "Don't worry, gorgeous," he said. "You're a natural."
But all that was to come in the days that followed that first night. If I
had been worried that the threesome was going to be awkward or weird, my
concerns were quickly put to rest. Trevor joined me in sucking Adam's cock
as if it was the most natural thing in the world; but what amazed me was
how much it felt like he and I were making out, having our own private
moment as we kissed each other around the swollen head of Adam's cock. Our
hands found each other's cocks, and after Adam came we greedily kissed,
licking and sucking his cum from each other's faces.
Then they forced me onto my back, and the next thing I knew, Trevor was
nuzzling my neck while Adam kissed me deeply. They slowly moved down my
chest, and for a few moments I had the delirious pleasure of having both my
nipples teased and sucked. I might have cum right there ... had I not
already loosed my seed twice that night. They kissed their way down my
torso, and by the time they reached my cock, it was tight and hard and
leaking madly. I looked down to see them kissing with my cock between their
mouths; the feeling was indescribable, but it was *watching* them, seeing
these two beautiful men lavishing attention on my cock, that nearly put me
over the edge.
One or both must have sensed how close I suddenly was, for they paused and
looked up at me. Adam's lips were parted and glistening, his eyes
half-lidded with lust; Trevor stroked my slicked shaft with a grin.
"How about that fuck now?" he asked.
"Yes. Fuck yes."
His eyebrow arched. "You want me to fuck you, or do you want to fuck me?"
"Fuck me."
"As you wish." His grin broadened, and he clambered up over me and kissed
me hard. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside, but before he
could apply it to himself, I snatched it away and squeezed some into my
palms. I reached down and slid my hands over his hard shaft, and that was
the first moment I realized what a gorgeous cock he had. As I ran my hands
over him, up and down, his eyes closed to slits and his breathing got
faster.
"Holy shit," he whispered. "Christ, that feels good."
I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "This is a pretty amazing
cock. I can see why Adam likes you."
He chuckled, and pushed me back down on the bed. He positioned himself
between my legs, and I felt his hot, swollen cockhead slide up the cleft of
my ass to rest against my hole. I moaned. Very, very slowly, he pressed
forward and his cock popped past my sphincter. He exhaled with a hiss of
pleasure as he slid his cock home.
"Ohh, yesss ... you are nice and tight. This is a very, very, very sweet
ass."
"Fuck me," I moaned.
"Say it again."
"Fuck. Me. Hard. Fuck me with that amazing cock."
And he started to pump his hips, slowly at first, twisting slightly as he
slid into me.
Adam lay stretched out beside me, idly playing with my nipple, grinning
contentedly as I moaned and whimpered. Leaning into my ear, he whispered,
"He's good, isn't he?"
"Holy shit. Yes. Yessssss."
And he was. Trevor knew what he was doing ... every thrust sent a new wave
of pleasure deliriously through me until I was all but incoherent. Like
Adam, he liked to talk.
"Like that?" he murmured silkily.
"Fuck yes. Fuck me."
"Say it again."
"Fuck me."
"You like my cock?"
"Yes. Yesssss. Holy shit."
"What do you like about it?"
"It's so. Fucking. Hard. Ooohhhhhh ... God in heaven. Yesss. So good."
He reached down and slid his hand over my cock. "So is yours. So hard, so
sweet. Nice and big. Can't wait to feel it in my ass."
"Ooohhhh."
Adam, who had been playing with my nipples, now leaned down and starting
teasing them with his tongue. The sensation of having my nipples licked
while getting fucked was unreal, and I dissolved into mindless ecstasy. I
no longer knew where I ended and the others began. My whole world was
focused on Adam's mouth and Trevor's cock.
The rhythm of his fucking changed slightly as he leaned forward and angled
down. His cock started hitting my prostate, and I cried out. I felt my
cock twitch, and I said, "Holyshitholyshit I'm cumming."
Surprised, Trevor looked down in time to see my cock swell and jet cum up
over my chest. His expression changed from heavy-lidded pleasure to
wide-eyed shock. His mouth made an O, and he threw his head back, gasping,
"Holy shit. Me too." Thrusting himself deep inside me, I felt him go rigid
and felt his cock spasm deep in my ass. He let out a guttural cry, and then
collapsed on top of me. Neither of us could speak.
"That," said Adam with something like awe in his voice, "was just about the
hottest thing I've ever seen. When do I get fucked?"
***
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